45

Song: 45

Artist: Bleachers

Lyrics: Jack Antonoff

Count the steps around the park

Consider drinkin' in the yard

Hang the words of a perfect stranger

In the hallways of my heart

'Cause all the blessings are somebody else's

They're flowers in my neighbor's pot

I'm torn exactly into two pieces

One who wants you and one who's gone dark

But I'm still inside

Your fast machine

Always holding your love supreme

Old 45's

Spinnin' out of time

But honey, I'm still on your side

Are my hopes finally gonna waste me?

Am I the worst compass I could know?

I took the bus across the bridge

Sold my bedroom from my home

Maybe it's the east coast in the music

Or the endless road from the past

But while you're praying at the 90s

They're carving up anything that lasts

But I'm still inside

Your fast machine

Always holding your love supreme

Old 45's

Spinnin' out of time

But honey, I'm still on your side

Now you're just the stranger that I know best

Now you're just the stranger in our bed

Now I'm just the stranger that you know best

There ain't no book that I can live by

Just these naggings I can't shake

A hum coming from the basement

A little cryin' out for cryin' out's sake

But if I can learn to love your shadow

When your shadow hits the light

And there ain't no trace of what we've been through

Then I'll shout it 'til the day that I die

Hey, I'm still inside

Your fast machine

I'm always holding your love supreme

Old 45's

Spinnin' out of time

But honey, I'm still on your side

Honey, I'm still on your side